Duku Akwasi Odwaa Boffour

The Master Hunter

They take gunsLoaded with bulletsAround their neck and waistWith knives in a purseThey take food and salty waterArmed with powerful touchesThey set off to the streetsWith fears written in eyesThey shoot and kill the hiddenBut their meatWere never brought homeNor ever eatenAnd this they callThe Master Hunters